This is a post I don’t want to write. I want the clock to turn back, some magic wish to occur with me being able to make my Wicket live all of his days happy and healthy right along with his Momma. That didn’t and can’t happen and my Wicket is gone.

Wicket started having grand mal seizures Friday night, small strokes Saturday night and another grand mal Sunday evening. The cause points to a brain tumor and I had to make the heart wrenching decision to let him go. These aren’t the only symptoms he had, there were numerous neuro signs that confirmed the suspicion even more. I couldn’t allow for him to be in pain or uncomfortable with loosing his eyesight, his balance, etc. only to keep him with me.

I hurt emotionally and physically. I have cried so hard my stomach and back are killing me. I guess that is one way to get a six pack, heh. My inner children have left me, they are in some deep dark recesses of my brain and refuse to come out, they too want their Wicket back. I truly miss my little Sexy Face and feel that things were so unfinished. We only had a year and a half together.

I miss my little puppy soul mate…

Run and play my little Wickimus, Momma will see you again little buddy. ‘Til then hang out and run as fast as you can, you can come see me as often as you want. If I don’t see you, give me a nudge on the calf like you use to do, to let me know you are there. I love you infinity times infinity.